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Bottega Veneta A/W 2014
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Life after God, by Douglas Coupland

When I was younger I used to worry so much about being alone—of being unlovable or incapable of love. As the years went on, my worries changed. I worried that I had become incapable of having a relationship, of offering intimacy. I felt as though the world lived inside a warm house at night and I was outside, and I couldn’t be seen—because I was out there in the night. But now I am inside that house and it feels just the same.

Being alone here now, all of my old fears are erupting—the fears I thought I had buried forever: fear of loneliness; fear that being in and out of love too many times itself makes you harder to love; fear that I would never experience real love; fear that someone would fall in love with me, get extremely close, learn everything about me and then pull the plug; fear that love is only important up until a certain point after which everything is negotiable.

For so many years I lived a life of solitude and I thought life was fine. But I knew that unless I explored intimacy and shared intimacy with someone else then life would never progress beyond a certain point. I remember thinking that unless I knew what was going on inside of someone else´s head other than my own I was going to explode.

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Calin Sitar, ph. by Adriano Russo for Viktor Magazine
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Corneliani S/S 2014
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Alexandre Herchcovitch A/W 2014
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Prada A/W 2014
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